Swiftcurrent Creek changing shape

He cast a look over his shoulder.  He could still see the shadow of mountain where Courtfall lay its claim if he looked past the mist.  It was foriegn to him for his heart to be so pulled in two different directions — he hadn't felt this way since he first left his mothers with Eleuthera when he was just a boy.  

Was he anything more now?  He couldn't place why he felt this way, he just knew it had to do with the way people spoke to him and moved around him.  When he was younger they would slow down for him and make sure he understood things, but now he felt like things were expected of him that he wasn't catching onto anymore.  Except here there was Ibis and Gracious, and maybe it was just in his head.

He paused next to a stream which had frozen over; swiftly, he pulled his paws to his chest like a fox and pounced on the corner of the ice.  Beneath his (very significant) weight, the ice cracked, and with one more it broke beneath him so he could drink.